Ventura | Spring Breeze Editor| Swallow
Some people say that a woman has two chances to reincarnate in her life, once is a mother's womb, and once is her in-laws. Since marrying Mr. Yuan, I have had a mother and a mother. In the eyes of my mother and mother, I am a child who does not grow up, no matter where I am, I can't get out of their worries; in my eyes, my mother and mother are beautiful women, allowing time to erode, years to carve, they will always smile like flowers, the style is still the same.
(i)
Mom is 70 years old this year, slightly fat, kind eyebrows, smile a burst of cheerfulness. Listen to Mr. Yuan, my mother was a beautiful woman when she was young, with a height of 165 centimeters and a weight of 45 kilograms, white and red skin, a pair of bright eyes flashing with wisdom, wearing ordinary high heels and trench coats, walking on the street is a moving scenery. Maybe it was Dad who looked at her more in the crowd and spoiled her all his life.
After graduating from The Dan County Health School, Mama was assigned to work in the Central Hospital of Peony District. She has a strong personality, a sense of superiority and pride in her bones, and she is also very self-motivated, from an ordinary obstetrician and gynecologist to becoming the director of obstetrics and gynecology through her own efforts, she has been working for more than ten years. At that time, the efficiency of their hospital was not good, and in the words of her mother, the number of patients in other departments of the entire hospital was not as many as the patients in the obstetrics and gynecology department. In order to make mom feel at ease and work steadily, Dad took care of almost all the housework in the house: laundry, cooking, cleaning, taking care of the children... Occasionally to endure mom's pickiness and "cynicism", mom said to us more than once: "Your dad is really tall, the first time I met and dated, I looked in the crowd for half a day and didn't see anyone..." Dad was always not ashamed, and sometimes he would laugh with us. In fact, in addition to his body being a little short, dad is still quite handsome, and in the photos of his youth, he can vaguely see a bit of Premier Zhou Enlai's temperament.
I grew up in a traditional closed countryside, and my mother and father seemed to communicate only through quarrels, and did not have a deep understanding of love and affection. For the first time since living with my parents, I felt that there was no such thing as what should or should not be in the family, only willingness or unwillingness. Home is not a place of reason, but a place of love. In the eyes of the lover, your willfulness, your unreasonable teasing, and even your "cynicism" are all beautiful things.
(ii)
Mom loves beauty and will dress herself up carefully. Her clothes are always well-designed, well-woven and exquisitely crafted. When shopping with her, she always looked at the ingredients and then studied the workmanship, took photos of the left three circles and the right three circles in front of the mirror, and tirelessly tried various colors. On important holidays, she usually has to get a haircut, dress up and take pictures, and freeze the moment of happiness.
Mom dressed herself up and also dressed up our home. The flowers and plants on the balcony are always trimmed just right, the floor is spotlessly mopped, and the clothes are neatly arranged. Sometimes my daughter and I messed up something, and she would follow us to sort it out. A few years ago, my mother was hired to sit in the Southern Hospital for a long time, and every few days before I went home, I began to clean up to meet her "examination". Occasionally my mother would suddenly attack, seeing the so-called wolf in her eyes, I had to explain with a hippie smile how busy I had been at work lately, how lack of sleep, and she would painfully stop nagging and cancel the "accountability" for me.
Sidna. Morality. In The Second Sex, De Beauvoir says that caring for beauty and dressing up is a job that allows us to possess our appearance in the same way that we possess our home through housework. Under the influence of my mother, I learned to dress myself and live for myself; I also became a family lover, willing to decorate my home warm and comfortable with my hard work.
(iii)
My mother was clever and sewed the warmth we gave us into the clothes. I have an old-fashioned sewing machine at home, and when my mother is fine, she will buy good fabrics, cut them herself, and use the sewing machine to sew all kinds of clothes. She was particularly good, it took a lot of effort and effort to make clothes, and if she was slightly dissatisfied, she dismantled and redoed them. Most of the clothes when my daughter was a child were made by her mother, with unique patterns on them, and the style was novel and beautiful. Now that my daughter is 17 years old, when she was a child, her clothes were still full of a cupboard, and I mobilized her several times to donate to children in the mountains, but she was reluctant to say that there was warmth given by her grandmother on her clothes and should be kept as a souvenir. My mother also made me a few clothes, and the most impressive thing was a faux cotton dress, the style was exactly the same as in the mall, I liked it, and wore it until the skirt faded out of color.
Mom loves good food and puts her love for us into the meals. In her opinion, cooking is a meaningful thing and a happy thing. She often looks for ways to cook in books and mobile phones, constantly developing new varieties, and her notes are densely packed, with thick 2 books. What I enjoy most is coming home from work every day at noon, with steaming meals on the table and enticing aromas and warm smells in the restaurant. Mom's hand-rolled tomato noodles are powerful and delicious, the soup is thick and fragrant; the wonton skin of Mom's bun is thin and thick, and the moment you bite open, the warmth flows from the tip of your tongue to your heart; when mom croquettes, I hear the love in the pot; mom picks shrimp lines as solemn as a VIP...
Mom loves beauty and creates beauty with her heart and wisdom. These beauties not only make our lives exquisite and comfortable, but also make me think constantly that my life should be spent like this: work hard, live with my heart, and live every moment with my heart. I hope that the pace of time is slower, I can retain my mother's beauty, and I hope that in my mother's healthy days, I can love her, tolerate her, and accompany her to bloom the fragrance of life.
Author: Spring breeze, Xiwen, has a pure heart.
One Point Heart Dream Literature